"Tamlyn!" Tristan called down the corridor, catching up to his sister grabbing her arm to spin her around toward him.

"What on earth could you possibly want now!" she said angrily, fighting against his grip.

"Why do you protest it so much when you know that he wants you!" Tristan whispered coldly as Tamlyn broke free.

"If he wants me then he can ask me!" she shouted at him as she slammed the door to her room.

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"She's just being a woman," Tristan said to Lancelot, who had his hands in his head.

"But I should have asked her," he retorted.

"True."

"And now I'm going to have to 'win her back'" he said sarcastically as he walked out of the bar.

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Lancelot wandered through the corridors, mauling over what to do about Tamlyn. He knew that for her to even consider marrying him would require a huge apology, and apologies just weren't his thing. It started to grow late, and he knew he wasn't going to see her again until morning, so he turned in for a restless night.

The next day, Lancelot stayed in bed for most of the morning. When he decided to get up, he avoided the places he knew she'd be, and he ended up in the bar rather early. In the early evening, Tamlyn came into the bar to meet with Tristan, and she never once looked toward Lancelot. After a few hours, Tamlyn had decided to go bathe, and then head off to sleep.

"You know, now would be the time for that apology." Galahad said to Lancelot, who replied with a scowl.

"I'm half-drunk, which wouldn't get me anywhere. I MIGHT go in an hour or two if I'm feeling at all sober."

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"It's been an hour and a half, are you feeling any better?" Vanora asked Lancelot, who had his head rested on the bar.

"Slightly."

"Well then get out of here! You said in an hour or two, which it has been, and you said if you were feeling at all sober, which you are!" Vanora exclaimed as he headed toward the door.

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Lancelot made his way through the darkened corridors. When he came to the door that lead to Tamlyn's room, he stopped for a moment and leaned against the door jam. After a moment or two, he knocked on the door, and heard her light footsteps. When she opened the door, she only opened it about a foot.

"I do NOT like you right now." she said to him as she started to close the door, which he stopped with his foot.

"Would you take a walk with me?"

"Why would I ever want to do that."

"Because you know you want to." he said with a grin.

"What I want and will do are two completely different things." she replied with a scowl.

"Alright then, you DON'T want to take a walk with me, but you ARE going to." he said as he took her by the wrist and pulled her out of her room.

"How long is this going to take?" she asked him impatiently as they walked down the hall.

"However long it takes for you to forgive me."

"We'll be walking forever in that case." she replied to him matter-of-factly.

"Are you honestly that stubborn? Why do you hate it so much? I didn't ask you myself because I didn't think you'd feel the same way!" Lancelot said as he started to raise his voice.

"You should have asked me, and I do feel the same way." she said to him coldy as she turned to walk back to her room. Lancelot seized both of her wrists as walked her backwards until her back found the wall.

"Don't keep running away from me." he said to her as he stared into her bright blue eyes.

"In order for me to run away, you'd actually have to be chasing me." she said to him angrily as she tried to wriggle away from him, and he kissed her passionately before pulling away to say "Who says I'm not?"